Rong nuo didn't want to leave before, but now she couldn't wait to run away with Tang Zong. When she saw Rong Yan's eyes, she felt a little scared.
She quickly nodded. yes, yes. Big sister, what soup do you want to drink tomorrow? I'll make it and bring it to you.
Rong Yan smiled slightly. both are good. Yingluo, I'd like to eat the duck blood vermicelli soup from the restaurant in front of my high school.
High school!
Rong Yan's words didn't sound like much, but if one took a closer look, they would know that her focus was on high school.
What was there in high school? there were seniors and juniors!
rong nuo licked her lips. the gentler rong yan's smile was, the greater the pressure she felt.
hehe, big sister Yingluo, I'm Yingluo, cough cough. I'll learn it when I get back. I'll definitely make it for you.
